Wu Shan first spring

not a well in hangzhou long ago.

in that light, the area was very watery and water was not available to families.

one year later, the weather suddenly changed: there was no cloud in the sky and no rain in months.

the tan is dry, the fields are cracking and it is difficult to find the water that people eat.

fearing for public disorder, the authorities invited many monks to build the altar, and forced everyone to bow down.

then an old man came; however, he refused to kneel.

when the officer was angry, he was arrested, charged with “insubordination” and tried to kill his head.

the old man didn't panic, he laughed at the sky and said, "i'm 80 years old and dead for nothing! too bad the hangzhou people won't have any water to eat and you'll both die of thirst! if i had three days, i would have found water." and the officers heard the old man say, and thought, "is this really happening?" it's good to look for him: there's nothing to do; there's no time to kill his head.

i promised.

the old man came home, called his 50-year-old son, and said, "go and sit down!" "dad, dad, what are you doing in a palanquin?" "i'm old, i can't walk anymore, i'm going out to find water." the son put the bamboo palanquin in place.

the old man went into the garden and called his 20-year-old grandson, and he said, "get two poles and get me out of here!" "grandpa, where are you going?" "stand high, look far, you and your father, carry me up the wall and turn around!" grandkids brought the poles.

children and grandchildren carry the old man around the hangzhou wall.

three laps a day, nine laps a day.

round and round and round for three days; look, the old man has seen nine.

at the foot of the hill, he found a smoke that was not like smoke, fog and fog, constantly gushing up, rising up to the sky and forming a white cloud, and said to his grandson, "that's where the smoke is in the clouds, and a dragon breathes under the ground." the old man came to many people to dig wells at the foot of the hill.

dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig! if you look at what's done in the well, kill the old man! children and grandchildren cried and buried the old man's body.

his grandson, with tears, helped his father and remained on the wall in circles.

round and round and round for three days, and look and look and look.

they saw the smoke thicker where the well was dug beneath the foot of mount mount, and the white and shining cloud in the sky.

dad pointed at the clouds and said to his son, "that's a place of smoke under the clouds.

it's no mistake your grandfather was looking for a place." they have also brought in many people who continue to dig down the wells at the foot of the hill.

dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig.

the government knows thisI don't care.

I killed the old man's son.

His grandson cried and buried his father's body next to Grandpa's grave.

He was left alone, lonely, on the wall, in circles like Grandpa and Dad.

Round and round for three more days; look, look, look.

And he saw the smoke in the earth swelling, and the white clouds in the sky shrunk.

And his grandson pointed at the clouds and said to himself, "That place of smoke under the clouds must be a dragon.

Grandpa, Dad, you're so innocent." He went to many more people and continued to dig in the old place where he had dug wells at the foot of the city ' s hill, in succession.

Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig.

The grandson felt dry under a well nine feet deep, dry on the west, a rock with a drum, like the eye of a dragon.

"Long, Dragon, why don't you open your eyes? It doesn't rain in the sky, it doesn't rain in the ground, it doesn't rain in the ground.

It's a rock that hits the drums.

Only the sound of a “blasting” was heard, and the rock cracked into a slit, and the water came out of it, and in a moment the well was filled with water nine feet deep.

The water of the well, the water of the well, to which his grandson is put; but he is dead.

The people cried and buried the body of their grandchildren next to his grandfather ' s and dad ' s grave.

Ever since the well, people have been without water.

Later, people went around digging wells, and gradually more wells were dug in Hangzhou.

However, the wells that were subsequently dug were never larger or deeper than the first.

As a result, it is called the "first spring of Wushan" and the alley below the foot of the city is called the "wells alley"。